ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... man before her. "Just can't help but be the 'love 'em and leave 'em' type can you? Just fuck a girl and move on. You're such a fucking pig…" "If you're trying to take the high ground with me, you're mistaken," Nate said, sternly. "Way I remember it, you were that way for a while too." "Yeah…" she said, her rage calming momentarily. "Well, at least I own up to my mistakes, and not try and be this Prince Charming John Wayne all the fucking time. Just banging someone, making them feel like they're special, and leaving them out to dry." "Look, I know this is personal, but things change, Sam." Nate said, stopping completely so he could give the blonde his full attention. "You know I ain't never gonna forget you or what we had, but I needed someone to love and take care of… Not someone who didn't need me and I could share a beer with. That's why I wanted us to be friends." "You can't be friends with your exes, you retard hick!" she practically yelled. "I was the one who took your cherry, don't forget. I was happy with us. You were the one who was so caught up in some fantasy that you couldn't just enjoy yourself. Everything was 'Tori' this and 'Tori' that, and I get it… she's nice and she's cute, but look how that turned out. And that was the worst part… I could understand if she came onto you and wanted to get things going… that makes sense to me. It would piss me off but at least that made sense. But you just ...
... one day decided that you were done and you needed to go back to stalking the bitch. That doesn't give you a right to just be a jackass and man-whore because your dream got shattered." "Oh, I can't wait to hear this…" Nate said, rolling his eyes. "You've been pining for Freddie for so long that you can't even see how messed up you are because of him. Do you even understand that you're at HIS wedding?" Sam gave the large Texan a hard slap across the face and then took off ahead as Nate just walked behind her, and wondered if he took that a little too far. * * * In the lobby, Cat and Noelle were scouring some of the main rooms, doing less looking, and more just talking, which was mostly spent trying to calm the shivering and anxiety fuelled redhead. They had checked all the major rooms on the west end of the house, including the ballroom, and the office within, none of which looked remotely out of place. They were just about to give up their end of the search, and move somewhere else, when Spencer and Carly rushed down the stairs. "Find anything?" Noelle asked, knowing the answer already, but asking seemed appropriate. "Nothing," Carly said, looking around the lobby for anyone they hadn't talked to about the little girl or her father, but the place was pretty empty, with most of the staff and other guests on their way to the boats. "I'm guessing nothing on this end either?" "Nada," Cat said, snuggling tight to Noelle's arm. ...